Nick & Son…Mercenary Drummers
Craig’s oscillating enthusiasm for the band allowed for strange things to be made possible. For instance, in the beginning, at the height of Craig’s involvement, he purchased from his church more than $1000 worth of musical equipment he had no real use for. Without this equipment there was no way the band would have formed.
Another strange thing happened when Craig introduced us to Nick. Somehow through his levels of networking involved in his wedding video business, Craig was given the information for Nick, a Mercenary Drummer. Craig called Nick and learned that he was a working drummer playing in several bands gigging several nights a week.
Nick was a working drummer, but we learned early on that he was not interested in joining a band. He wanted to play paying gigs anytime he could. He was not interested in the journey. He wanted the quickest dollar he could find. I attribute much of this attitude to his age. Nick was much older that the rest of this and he was no stranger to the game. He’d been in bands before, and most likely devoted much of his time to projects that failed or produced no income. He’d seen the struggle and wanted nothing to do with it. He preferred an easy $100 and a night spent playing blues and country music in a dirty bar somewhere…any bar that would let him play. For this, I respected Nick.
Craig contacted Nick, and in an effort to set up an audition, discussed the possibility of meet Nick at A Step Up Lounge, the dive Nick drummed for the house band on Saturday nights. Nick claimed to know the owner very well; well enough to arrange a small set for the band. Nick asked for a list of songs we played, which Craig produced verbally. Nick said the songs would pose no problem for him. Thus our first gig was formed. The only problem was that this gig was in fact more of an audition.
A couple of things happened after Craig informed us of our first gig. We scheduled an extra practice to go over our first set which included: Midnight Special, Desperado (Jazz Version), Roadhouse Blues, Ain’t No Sunshine, Mr. Brightside. However, the week of the gig Craig received a call from another drummer wishing to audition. His name was Derek. We held a meeting to decide what strategic approach would be taken toward Derek and Nick. We worried that by keeping our distance from one or the other, we might lose out on the best possible fit for our band. This made for an exciting week for the band. We had a drummer audition on Tuesday, an extra practice to finalize our set list, and the band’s first ever gig (even though it was really only an audition.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Kingfisher: A Small Account of the Struggle (9)
Moving At A Standstill
We continued to practice twice a week, though honestly the practices strayed from the type of environment where positive work could accomplished. Instead, we drank vodka, listened to music, and discussed the ifs of being a working band. Practice became a social gathering.
And that is when Craig stopped showing up. Instead of pressuring his home life and work life over a social gathering, he used the time to make Jenn happy, which is to say to make his life easier. He felt his participation in our gatherings did nothing to help us. That is where he was wrong. As the situation developed and festered, we needed someone to take charge, to keep us focused on moving forward. We needed someone the others could follow. We needed someone stronger than me.
What we needed was someone to find us a drummer.
We continued to practice twice a week, though honestly the practices strayed from the type of environment where positive work could accomplished. Instead, we drank vodka, listened to music, and discussed the ifs of being a working band. Practice became a social gathering.
And that is when Craig stopped showing up. Instead of pressuring his home life and work life over a social gathering, he used the time to make Jenn happy, which is to say to make his life easier. He felt his participation in our gatherings did nothing to help us. That is where he was wrong. As the situation developed and festered, we needed someone to take charge, to keep us focused on moving forward. We needed someone the others could follow. We needed someone stronger than me.
What we needed was someone to find us a drummer.
Friday, April 17, 2009
28) Darkness...More Bathroom Humor
This story just happened and is slightly embarassing. And definitely not a good predicament to be in.
I had to use the bathroom. #2. I went to the normal bathroom to discover it was occupied. We have an upstairs counterpart that was also occupied. That left me with one final and rarely used option...the executive bathrooms. They are so named because they are upstairs at the back of the building next to the GM of the station, a corporate VP and the head of our accounting department.
I locked myself in and preceded to do my business when I heard several doors closing just outside the bathroom. Suddenly the light went out. I thought this might be a prank so I waited patiently for a moment. I did not hear anyone outside snickering and the light did not come back on. I reached for my phone to use as a light source and discovered it was not in my pocket. I'd left it on my desk.
Darkness. I took a deep breath and weighed my options. I did not have many. I could either finish and clean myself in the dark, or I could pinch and find a light switch immediately. Neither sounded good to me. Despite the claustrophobia of darkness, I chose to finish.
Just as a side note: There are not many things stranger than pooping in the dark.
Anyway, I finished and cleaned myself the best I could without seeing what I was cleaning. I think I erred on the side of caution because my culo is a bit raw as I type this out. So, I finished and quickly searched the walls for a switch. I flailed in the dark like a blind person and enjoyed no success. I opened the door into another room of darkness, the hall that housed the entrance into the two bathrooms. I searched the walls for another switch and came up empty once again. I went out the second door and found light for the first time in three or four minutes.
On the wall were several light switches. I turned them all on and returned to the bathroom so that I could immediately check my cleaning job. Thankfully, I did a good job. I flushed, and there was a moment when I was not sure whether the toilet would flush cleanly because of the amount of TP I'd used. Thankfully, it went down.
All of this happened because the head of accounting closed the executive bathrooms down a little early without checking to see if the bathrooms were being used. Even though there was a moment of panic, and a few moments of blind wiping, I left the situation with nothing more than a raw culo, and the understanding not to use the executive bathrooms around 5 pm.
I had to use the bathroom. #2. I went to the normal bathroom to discover it was occupied. We have an upstairs counterpart that was also occupied. That left me with one final and rarely used option...the executive bathrooms. They are so named because they are upstairs at the back of the building next to the GM of the station, a corporate VP and the head of our accounting department.
I locked myself in and preceded to do my business when I heard several doors closing just outside the bathroom. Suddenly the light went out. I thought this might be a prank so I waited patiently for a moment. I did not hear anyone outside snickering and the light did not come back on. I reached for my phone to use as a light source and discovered it was not in my pocket. I'd left it on my desk.
Darkness. I took a deep breath and weighed my options. I did not have many. I could either finish and clean myself in the dark, or I could pinch and find a light switch immediately. Neither sounded good to me. Despite the claustrophobia of darkness, I chose to finish.
Just as a side note: There are not many things stranger than pooping in the dark.
Anyway, I finished and cleaned myself the best I could without seeing what I was cleaning. I think I erred on the side of caution because my culo is a bit raw as I type this out. So, I finished and quickly searched the walls for a switch. I flailed in the dark like a blind person and enjoyed no success. I opened the door into another room of darkness, the hall that housed the entrance into the two bathrooms. I searched the walls for another switch and came up empty once again. I went out the second door and found light for the first time in three or four minutes.
On the wall were several light switches. I turned them all on and returned to the bathroom so that I could immediately check my cleaning job. Thankfully, I did a good job. I flushed, and there was a moment when I was not sure whether the toilet would flush cleanly because of the amount of TP I'd used. Thankfully, it went down.
All of this happened because the head of accounting closed the executive bathrooms down a little early without checking to see if the bathrooms were being used. Even though there was a moment of panic, and a few moments of blind wiping, I left the situation with nothing more than a raw culo, and the understanding not to use the executive bathrooms around 5 pm.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Kingfisher: A Small Account of the Struggle (8)
The Craig Problem
Was our little project professional or recreational? This question was at the heart of the Craig problem. For me it was recreational. For the others, it was trying to be professional.
Craig has been one of my closest friends since Junior High, and is important to me. He is Tiffany's brother and is thus important to her. Jay and Craig worked together attempting to sell a screenplay, an experience that did not end well. Little trust remained between the two, and as a result Jay preached Craig's firing as our manager. Tiffany and I did not like the idea of firing our friend and brother from a project he started, and one that he received no money for. We did our best to quell the situation and keep us working forward with the music side. I assured them I would talk with Craig and help on the business side.
We held practice 2 or 3 times a week. We focused our energies on the setlist, creating somewhat of a battle for position:
Tiffany: 80's pop, songs sung by energetic women, songs driven by piano or synthesizers. We constantly reminded her that we did no have a keyboardist in the band. She made CD's enthusiastically and was never disappointed when we could not play her song.
Jay: Blues. His Originals. Came into the project with a wealth of songs and prefers to play ones he already knows. Is willing to learn new songs, but there is a definite shift in enthusiasm when he plays one he already knows. He is a quick learner and prefers to bring his style to any new song introduced to the band.
Hardy: Alternative and Classic Rock. I bring songs each week on CD with the lyrics so that I can try and sneak a few into the setlist. Rarely happens. And when it does, the lack of enthusiasm shared by the other members makes it difficult for a song I bring to stick. The ones that do in fact stick do not sound great.
Songs at this point: Ain't No Sunshine, Turn Me On (Norah Jones), Midnight Special, Bobby McGee, Proud Mary, Roadhouse Blues, Elderly Woman, several originals.
Was our little project professional or recreational? This question was at the heart of the Craig problem. For me it was recreational. For the others, it was trying to be professional.
Craig has been one of my closest friends since Junior High, and is important to me. He is Tiffany's brother and is thus important to her. Jay and Craig worked together attempting to sell a screenplay, an experience that did not end well. Little trust remained between the two, and as a result Jay preached Craig's firing as our manager. Tiffany and I did not like the idea of firing our friend and brother from a project he started, and one that he received no money for. We did our best to quell the situation and keep us working forward with the music side. I assured them I would talk with Craig and help on the business side.
We held practice 2 or 3 times a week. We focused our energies on the setlist, creating somewhat of a battle for position:
Tiffany: 80's pop, songs sung by energetic women, songs driven by piano or synthesizers. We constantly reminded her that we did no have a keyboardist in the band. She made CD's enthusiastically and was never disappointed when we could not play her song.
Jay: Blues. His Originals. Came into the project with a wealth of songs and prefers to play ones he already knows. Is willing to learn new songs, but there is a definite shift in enthusiasm when he plays one he already knows. He is a quick learner and prefers to bring his style to any new song introduced to the band.
Hardy: Alternative and Classic Rock. I bring songs each week on CD with the lyrics so that I can try and sneak a few into the setlist. Rarely happens. And when it does, the lack of enthusiasm shared by the other members makes it difficult for a song I bring to stick. The ones that do in fact stick do not sound great.
Songs at this point: Ain't No Sunshine, Turn Me On (Norah Jones), Midnight Special, Bobby McGee, Proud Mary, Roadhouse Blues, Elderly Woman, several originals.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Kingfisher: A Small Account of the Struggle (7)
A Typical Practice (early on):
We were a 3-person group with no name. We practiced 3 times a week. I left work and arrived shortly after 5:30. I was usually first to arrive and would hang out with Tiffany on her back porch as she would smoke cigarettes until it was time for her to sing. On hot days I would jump in her pool for fun to cool off. She made me take a shot of vodka as soon as I got there. Jay would arrive within 15-20 minutes. Instead of taking a shot of vodka, he would take a couple of big swigs straight from the bottle. He carried with him a big gulp sized mug filled with wine. He also wanted to smoke one last cigarette before practice could begin.
While outside we discussed new songs we wished to play. We took turns each week learning each other’s music and deciding on songs to add to our set lists. We used the pre-practice smoke breaks to be honest with each other about the music we would play for the evening. And we used them to drink before the serious work began.
Jay always rushed inside once his cigarette was done because he liked being the first person to play his instrument. He set up his microphone and would sing the blues loudly and obnoxiously. I think it was his favorite part of each practice session. I plugged in my bass and joined him. It did not sound good without drums, but did not sound bad enough for us to not play. Tiffany would come into her living room and watch us play. She tolerated it because she knew Jay loved it.
We began each session playing through the songs we learned the previous practice. Afterward we would play through everything we knew. The first couple of months this was not difficult, because we did not have many songs to choose from. We played Desperado, Midnight Special, Elderly Woman, Ain’t No Sunshine, and 3 originals. After playing through these we would work on the new song of the week. Sometimes they would make the set list. Sometimes they would fail.
After playing for an hour we would take our mid practice cigarette break. This is also where we would refill drinks. I was the only member to have a job, but Jay and Tiffany did not care. They would force me to drink with them so that we could all have fun. The first few practices I drank and would have a hangover for work the next day. That did not last long for me. Instead of telling them this and ruining the band dynamic, I would make my first two drinks very weak, and my last two drinks with no alcohol at all. Needless to say, I drank a lot of coke during the early formation of our band.
Practice ended each night after playing through the same 7 songs. We were surprisingly proactive considering we did not have a drummer and the music sounded hollow. The alcohol had something to do with that. But also, the three of us got along well. We each anticipated our practices…me because it was a break from my work life, them because it gave them some sort of direction. Plus, we loved playing music together.
After a couple of weeks of this our cigarette breaks were dominated by the discussion of how badly we needed a drummer.
We were a 3-person group with no name. We practiced 3 times a week. I left work and arrived shortly after 5:30. I was usually first to arrive and would hang out with Tiffany on her back porch as she would smoke cigarettes until it was time for her to sing. On hot days I would jump in her pool for fun to cool off. She made me take a shot of vodka as soon as I got there. Jay would arrive within 15-20 minutes. Instead of taking a shot of vodka, he would take a couple of big swigs straight from the bottle. He carried with him a big gulp sized mug filled with wine. He also wanted to smoke one last cigarette before practice could begin.
While outside we discussed new songs we wished to play. We took turns each week learning each other’s music and deciding on songs to add to our set lists. We used the pre-practice smoke breaks to be honest with each other about the music we would play for the evening. And we used them to drink before the serious work began.
Jay always rushed inside once his cigarette was done because he liked being the first person to play his instrument. He set up his microphone and would sing the blues loudly and obnoxiously. I think it was his favorite part of each practice session. I plugged in my bass and joined him. It did not sound good without drums, but did not sound bad enough for us to not play. Tiffany would come into her living room and watch us play. She tolerated it because she knew Jay loved it.
We began each session playing through the songs we learned the previous practice. Afterward we would play through everything we knew. The first couple of months this was not difficult, because we did not have many songs to choose from. We played Desperado, Midnight Special, Elderly Woman, Ain’t No Sunshine, and 3 originals. After playing through these we would work on the new song of the week. Sometimes they would make the set list. Sometimes they would fail.
After playing for an hour we would take our mid practice cigarette break. This is also where we would refill drinks. I was the only member to have a job, but Jay and Tiffany did not care. They would force me to drink with them so that we could all have fun. The first few practices I drank and would have a hangover for work the next day. That did not last long for me. Instead of telling them this and ruining the band dynamic, I would make my first two drinks very weak, and my last two drinks with no alcohol at all. Needless to say, I drank a lot of coke during the early formation of our band.
Practice ended each night after playing through the same 7 songs. We were surprisingly proactive considering we did not have a drummer and the music sounded hollow. The alcohol had something to do with that. But also, the three of us got along well. We each anticipated our practices…me because it was a break from my work life, them because it gave them some sort of direction. Plus, we loved playing music together.
After a couple of weeks of this our cigarette breaks were dominated by the discussion of how badly we needed a drummer.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Kingfisher: A Small Account of the Struggle (6)
The Jenn Situation
I fully understood Jenn’s desire to be a part of of our project, and understood even more her reasons for distancing herself the way she did. However, her disappearance from practices hurt the band while at the same time helping it. She lost her enthusiasm for the band, which translated to her loss of tolerance with Craig’s involvement in practices.
This caused us serious problems. With the loss of our drummer, our band lost a vital organ…One we could not survive long without. And we needed Craig. We needed him to find us a drummer. We needed him to record songs for our demo. We needed him to organize practices, keep us moving forward by giving us songs to learn and deadlines to learn them. We needed him to motivate us and keep our morale up. But these were things he couldn’t do unless he came to practices. In essence, we needed him to care about the band like we cared about it.
I honestly feel he cared for the band. But I also feel he did not know for sure what his role was, and he had trouble balancing his responsibilities effectively. He ran a business, had a wife and child, and was always trying to expand his life to include his various business opportunities. In the end, he had more going on than he could adequately control. The band was not his highest priority, and I could not fault him for this.
The band idea is more of a journey with no clear cut destination. We, as participants, make the journey for the sake of the experience. We play music because we like to play music. Craig entered the the thing in the hopes that we could make money. If this was our common goal, then we would have been forced to approach it like a job, which is to say we would rehearse more than twice a week…we would have come to practices fully prepared…we would not drink anymore during rehearsals.
For the simple reason that our band was not bringing in money, Craig had no choice but to list the band 4th on his list of priorities. He would be foolish not to. That being said, our band progressed enough to need the things Craig could not be depended on to provide.
I fully understood Jenn’s desire to be a part of of our project, and understood even more her reasons for distancing herself the way she did. However, her disappearance from practices hurt the band while at the same time helping it. She lost her enthusiasm for the band, which translated to her loss of tolerance with Craig’s involvement in practices.
This caused us serious problems. With the loss of our drummer, our band lost a vital organ…One we could not survive long without. And we needed Craig. We needed him to find us a drummer. We needed him to record songs for our demo. We needed him to organize practices, keep us moving forward by giving us songs to learn and deadlines to learn them. We needed him to motivate us and keep our morale up. But these were things he couldn’t do unless he came to practices. In essence, we needed him to care about the band like we cared about it.
I honestly feel he cared for the band. But I also feel he did not know for sure what his role was, and he had trouble balancing his responsibilities effectively. He ran a business, had a wife and child, and was always trying to expand his life to include his various business opportunities. In the end, he had more going on than he could adequately control. The band was not his highest priority, and I could not fault him for this.
The band idea is more of a journey with no clear cut destination. We, as participants, make the journey for the sake of the experience. We play music because we like to play music. Craig entered the the thing in the hopes that we could make money. If this was our common goal, then we would have been forced to approach it like a job, which is to say we would rehearse more than twice a week…we would have come to practices fully prepared…we would not drink anymore during rehearsals.
For the simple reason that our band was not bringing in money, Craig had no choice but to list the band 4th on his list of priorities. He would be foolish not to. That being said, our band progressed enough to need the things Craig could not be depended on to provide.
Monday, March 2, 2009
27) Random Facts
25 random facts about Hardy…
1)When I was in 2nd grade our teacher asked, “If you are trapped on a deserted island and can only have 1 meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?” I wrote down: Cheese Enchiladas… How wrong I was.
2) I cannot control myself around these foods: Pizza, Tomato Basil Soup from La Madeleine, BBQ Ribs, Onion Rings, Flaming Hot Cheetohs.
3) Some people call me a movie snob, but they are wrong. I just have a low threshold for movies that are complete shyte.
4) I used to love my cats. Now they annoy me.
5) There are people in Tyler who question my heterosexuality because I like to read, write, drink wine and I have a miniature dachshund.
6) I love L. for many reasons. One of them: she believed in me enough to buy me a laptop when I told her I wanted to devote my life to writing.
7) I am not afraid of getting older, but have not come to terms with death yet.
8) Not concerned with how much I like to drink. The thought of a bottle of wine on the weekend can get me through the toughest of weeks.
9) When I hear music I listened to growing up it makes me laugh. Most of it is bad and I remember exhausting my friends and family by forcing them to listen. I will say this, though: I still stand by Rush, Yes, Jethro Tull. Not so much Styx, 311, Neil Diamond.
10) I used drank every night of the week. I am thankful that part of my life is over.
11) Katrina once said that she and I are the 2 funniest people in the world. I completely agree.
12) I loved playing in the band, but did not always feel comfortable playing on a stage in front of people…however, the more people there were the more comfortable I felt.
13) I do not like dressing up for Halloween, yet every year I get humiliating pictures taken of me wearing something that makes me look stupid.
14) I love my wiener dog, but think my wife’s love for the thing is slightly insane.
15) I like to make chicken noises right before taking a photograph of people. It is the only way to get an authentic smile.
16) I eventually want to have kids, but am not looking forward to the baby years. I would like to fast forward to the age when they argue with everything and can occasionally entertain themselves.
17) I believe my family is the strangest in the world. So strange, in fact, I cannot see how I came out being any sort of normal.
18) In junior high Chris and I started a lawn mowing business and got screwed by this Arabian guy who only paid us $35 for mowing a 2 acre lot that was over grown beyond belief. It took us 3 days, and was the only time I had ever seen Chris’s mom so angry. In the guy’s defense we were the morons who quoted $35. But he was the prick for knowingly taking advantage of two moron kids.
19) If and when I publish a novel it will be under a pen name: Alexander Mori.
20) The lakehouse may be the only place I feel personal reverence. Many important memories come from there…
21) In high school we used to sit on my roof late at night when my family was not home. Among the things we did to entertain ourselves on the roof: Discuss song lyrics, smoke many cigarettes, pee without falling off, write poetry in the moonlight, look at the globe (which Chris could not see), and once we ran the length of the house.
22) The worst year of my life occurred my second year of college when I moved back to Houston and lived with my mom. Last year was my best. I expect each to get better from here on out.
23) The worst job I ever had was the summer I worked for the TXDOT. Among the things I did at this job: pick up dead dog carcasses (1032’s), fill pot holes on busy streets, spray weeds on steep embankments, trim trees off the feeders, hang out at Ned’s house playing guitar, listening to Johnson yell obscenities at women, throw rubber rings at cones for points, run bums out from underpasses using a pitchfork. At the end of each work day Craig and I drank 1 or 2 forties while listening to The Beatles and playing basketball on the play station 2.
24) I have been called many things throughout the years. Here are a few I remember: hardebega, hardly, hardy har har stennis tennis bumblebutt Boydston, hardsababula (this one never made sense to me), hard boy, Jesus, Flumley, Hardyman, Harvey Boydstein, Boydfogger, Hammy.
25) I get into arguments with my dad about evolution, and he worries that I will go to hell for thinking we descended from monkeys…even though I try to explain to him this is not the essence or the reality of evolution.
1)When I was in 2nd grade our teacher asked, “If you are trapped on a deserted island and can only have 1 meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?” I wrote down: Cheese Enchiladas… How wrong I was.
2) I cannot control myself around these foods: Pizza, Tomato Basil Soup from La Madeleine, BBQ Ribs, Onion Rings, Flaming Hot Cheetohs.
3) Some people call me a movie snob, but they are wrong. I just have a low threshold for movies that are complete shyte.
4) I used to love my cats. Now they annoy me.
5) There are people in Tyler who question my heterosexuality because I like to read, write, drink wine and I have a miniature dachshund.
6) I love L. for many reasons. One of them: she believed in me enough to buy me a laptop when I told her I wanted to devote my life to writing.
7) I am not afraid of getting older, but have not come to terms with death yet.
8) Not concerned with how much I like to drink. The thought of a bottle of wine on the weekend can get me through the toughest of weeks.
9) When I hear music I listened to growing up it makes me laugh. Most of it is bad and I remember exhausting my friends and family by forcing them to listen. I will say this, though: I still stand by Rush, Yes, Jethro Tull. Not so much Styx, 311, Neil Diamond.
10) I used drank every night of the week. I am thankful that part of my life is over.
11) Katrina once said that she and I are the 2 funniest people in the world. I completely agree.
12) I loved playing in the band, but did not always feel comfortable playing on a stage in front of people…however, the more people there were the more comfortable I felt.
13) I do not like dressing up for Halloween, yet every year I get humiliating pictures taken of me wearing something that makes me look stupid.
14) I love my wiener dog, but think my wife’s love for the thing is slightly insane.
15) I like to make chicken noises right before taking a photograph of people. It is the only way to get an authentic smile.
16) I eventually want to have kids, but am not looking forward to the baby years. I would like to fast forward to the age when they argue with everything and can occasionally entertain themselves.
17) I believe my family is the strangest in the world. So strange, in fact, I cannot see how I came out being any sort of normal.
18) In junior high Chris and I started a lawn mowing business and got screwed by this Arabian guy who only paid us $35 for mowing a 2 acre lot that was over grown beyond belief. It took us 3 days, and was the only time I had ever seen Chris’s mom so angry. In the guy’s defense we were the morons who quoted $35. But he was the prick for knowingly taking advantage of two moron kids.
19) If and when I publish a novel it will be under a pen name: Alexander Mori.
20) The lakehouse may be the only place I feel personal reverence. Many important memories come from there…
21) In high school we used to sit on my roof late at night when my family was not home. Among the things we did to entertain ourselves on the roof: Discuss song lyrics, smoke many cigarettes, pee without falling off, write poetry in the moonlight, look at the globe (which Chris could not see), and once we ran the length of the house.
22) The worst year of my life occurred my second year of college when I moved back to Houston and lived with my mom. Last year was my best. I expect each to get better from here on out.
23) The worst job I ever had was the summer I worked for the TXDOT. Among the things I did at this job: pick up dead dog carcasses (1032’s), fill pot holes on busy streets, spray weeds on steep embankments, trim trees off the feeders, hang out at Ned’s house playing guitar, listening to Johnson yell obscenities at women, throw rubber rings at cones for points, run bums out from underpasses using a pitchfork. At the end of each work day Craig and I drank 1 or 2 forties while listening to The Beatles and playing basketball on the play station 2.
24) I have been called many things throughout the years. Here are a few I remember: hardebega, hardly, hardy har har stennis tennis bumblebutt Boydston, hardsababula (this one never made sense to me), hard boy, Jesus, Flumley, Hardyman, Harvey Boydstein, Boydfogger, Hammy.
25) I get into arguments with my dad about evolution, and he worries that I will go to hell for thinking we descended from monkeys…even though I try to explain to him this is not the essence or the reality of evolution.
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